I'm the end

Rusty doors open with a crank

A soul walks in

Two violinists and a puppet

A coin is dropped

and puppet comes to life

Break for freedom

and a doll for prize

A coin is dropped

and a hat filled with candies

Two violins are crossed

and a train ride

with no one else on it

A coin is dropped

and balls are passed

One stretch

and glass is shattered

One more stretch

and some more

A black drop trickles

down the cheek

And the doll is dropped

beside the ballerina shoes

Trance

Bodies entangled

Skin brushing against skin

Heat rising and falling

A false sense of numbness

engulfs the mind

The air is charged up

and the sweat is dripping

The lights are fazing

and the view is hazy

The vibes running

through the spine

beat after beat

You can't defeat

the music's heat